Circe de Leon
Name: Circe de LeonGender: Female (Trans)
Age: Appears in her late 20s. She is much older if half her stories are to be believed.
Occupation: Witch of Transformation & Club Owner
Lineage: Circe (The Titan Helios, The Oceanid Perse & All Their Witchy Children)
Theme: All Men Are Pigs
The Physical
Physical Description:
It is said her mother was the most plain of Helios and Perse's children. Mingling with mortals has only eclipsed the sun's divine radiance. This doesn't seem to deter Circe one bit. Blondes are totally out, and big-titted goth girlfriends are in. Circe has dark hair and dark eyes, instead of her lineage's golden hues. The only ray of sun left in her is an easy tan. Among gods, she is nothing illustrious. By mortal standards, she is strikingly beautiful. And she knows it.
She has a prominent and shapely nose, high cheekbones, and long lashes. Her eyebrows are dark black and thick, giving her an intense look. She wears designer brands down to her sunglasses and shoes. She always wears heels to make herself taller. She packs her shoulder pads to make them broader. Her full lips never go unpainted, the shades shifting with the seasons and her whims. Her hair is long, dark, and wavy. It goes through a spectrum of updos. When left loose, she looks like a heroine painted by the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. She's updated the look by cutting her bangs alarmingly short, like Betty Page.
But her allure is something more than just bone structure and perfect makeup. There is charisma in every step, gesture, and smile. Her beauty is sharp like a weapon and is wielded as such. When that fails, she relies on the entourage of animals that follow her everywhere. There are at least a dozen cats crawling around her home, birds coming in and out, hounds at the door, and one very large, very old lion. Who knows if she has the permits for it. They are all unnaturally tame.
Talents & Weaknesses
Powers:
Pharmakeia - In modern terms, Circe is a witch. Her birthright makes her a powerful sorceress able to exert her will through the use of herbs, potions, and rituals. Just like her mother, her Aunt, and her Uncles before her. Circe's expertise lies in the creation of potions and poisons that deliver various magical effects. Mostly those of transformation. Her domain extends into herbology, midwifery, and healing medications. However, nearly every spell must be prepared with a ritual. She often prepares brews beforehand or makes her target ingest herbs so she may channel her spells through their bodies. The same extends to her own, though there are dire effects for shifting one's body too often. The results always have a chance of being permanent.
Potnia Theron - Circe is a Queen of Beasts, similar to other goddesses of nature and the wilderness. Adorable animals and profane beasts alike are drawn to Circe, and she commands most with supernatural ease. It is not as simple as mind control. She has natural animal magnetism and seems to understand them on a deeper level. Even the most ferocious beasts are susceptible to her charisma and dominance. Myths and scions influenced by bestial blood may also find themselves drawn to Circe but to a more benign degree. She certainly doesn't have the power to dominate them, but her natural charisma is boosted. Her aura is palpable, like a great white in the water, or a bear watching her cubs through the trees. She has some advantage over sentient monsters, like lesser Titainspawn, but sentience breeds resistance. Stronger enemies may regard her as a blue jay would a shiny trinket, or a dragon would a pretty princess, rather than any kind of master. The rest is totally up to her gift for gab. Trying to talk sense into a monster is never easy.
Metamorphasis - Circe's favorite trick: turning things into other things. Some may call it transmutation, but unlike an alchemist, her subjects are always organic things. A rat becomes a cat. A weed becomes a rose. Clients become more beautiful, faster, and stronger. And those who don't pay become pigs. Or worse. In order for her spell to work, the subject must be contaminated in some way. Be that through ingestion, inhalation, or topical exposure (like bathing in spiked water, wearing contaminated clothes, or inhaling a flower's pollen).
Under The Hood
Personality:
There are rumors of Circe's underhanded deeds, great cons, and near misses. Who knows how many are exaggerated. She probably started the rumors herself. All publicity is good publicity in her eyes. Certainly, all the pathological lying is the cry of a lonely, aching heart... and not just for insufferable "funzies". Or worse: cold-blooded marketing. Her reputation (and the reputation of her mother) proceeds her. Her title carries the weight of a certain vision. That she is the kind of dame who walks into your life with long legs and big lips. Who cries crocodile tears only to pull a gun on you. The sort of girl your mama warned you about and your daddy ditched you for. It's downright terrible of her to keep using it to her advantage. She freely, guiltlessly, and shamelessly commits the greatest sin a woman can, being pretty and weaponizing it. The second? Making a fool out of men. Especially ones in power. Shallow charms only go so far, though. Circe wouldn't be half as successful if she didn't have the cunning and wit to back it up.
Backstory:
Circe was named after her mother. That much is obvious. It is a title, more than anything. One Circe accepted willingly and with pride. It's said the Goddess Circe only ever bore mortal sons by mortal men. With her mother's power and her name, Circe cast her first great transformation on herself. In lew of calling herself the embarrassing Circe II, she is known as Circe de Leon. Only her friends call her Leon, and she doesn't have many of those left. Little is known about Circe's early life. She is very private, more willing to weave a fantastical lie than discuss the past. She knows being entertained is the only thing most people care about, anyways. She claims her father was a good enough man, if not flawed. As mortals always are. Like her father, Circe is mortal too. She swears it up and down. It's one truth she's willing to part with. She must prefer to be seen that way, as though she were ashamed of her own divine lineage.
In her own myth (of sorts) Circe de Leon appears out of thin air onto the scene. Fully grown, ambitious, and daring. She was always good at making connections. On hanging on the arms of the right people. Of saying the right things. Men and women alike were charmed, and she soon found herself at the very top of a pile of shit. Naturally, she gambled it away for some tragic and trite reason. She was plunged into unpayable debt, and the only place she could escape it was Rhodes. For 5 years, she's run her usual racket, setting up shop in Circe's Club, a restaurant by day and entertainment house by night. One you can procure every substance, every desire... but at a price. Slowly, she's begun to rebuild her little kingdom. One where she makes the rules and where her beloved animals (and precious patrons) can run free.
Relics:
Angel, the Lion - Circe's faithful lion, Angel, is always by her side. He is very large, with a long wavy mane Circe combs regularly. As if he were a common house cat. He is graying around the face, meaning he must be very old. He is unnaturally tame and affectionate with Circe. She claims he was human once, and she turned him out of an act of mercy. He's been by her side ever since. This sparks a question: how many of her animals were once people?